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month later, a hiker discovers Deuce’s remains in the woods roughly six miles from where the girls’ car was.”
    “You think they’re all related?”
    “I don’t believe in coincidences,” Fox said, typing.
    The screen jumped to a web page that displayed the photos of the missing women against a backdrop of chalk outlines of bodies on a pavement. Across the top of the page there was a platinum wig that looked like Marilyn Monroe’s hairdo the night she sang “Happy Birthday” to President Kennedy.
    Below the wig, letters that looked like melting red wax spelled out the site’s name: www.Killingblondechicks4fun.org.co.

CHAPTER
9
    I STUDIED FATHER Fiore and saw the priest’s anguish. I took a deep breath, let it out, and said, in sincere sympathy, “That is a doozy of a dilemma, Father.”
    “It’s torn me apart,” Fiore said, tears welling. “I want what I can’t have.”
    I didn’t know what to say; not at first, anyway.
    But then I asked, “Do you think God lays out a path for all of us?”
    “I do,” he said without hesitation.
    “So you think you were meant to meet Penny and her sons?”
    “I believe that’s true. But why? As a test of my faith?”
    “I don’t think anyone could ever question your faith, Father. And I don’t think this is a lesser-of-two-evils situation. More like the greater of two goods.”
    “I don’t follow,” Fiore said.
    I set my notepad aside. “If you stay a priest, you’ll sacrifice personal happiness to continue to help the poor and themembers of your congregation. But if you leave, you could find similar, rewarding work, marry Penny, and raise her sons with as much love as possible, which is a noble thing too.”
    He thought about that. A sharp knock came at my outer door.
    “I should go,” Fiore said, looking at the time.
    “They can wait.”
    “No,” the priest said, standing. “You’ve given me much to pray about, Dr. Cross. I appreciate it. I really do.”
    I shook his hand. “You’ll let me know what you decide, Father?”
    “I will,” he said. “And say hello to your grandmother for me.”
    I followed him into the hallway and to the door. When I opened it, John Sampson was standing there. The two men nodded to each other, then Father Fiore climbed the stairs and left, and John came in.
    “You here for counseling?” I asked Sampson, shutting the door behind him.
    “Got that covered,” he said, going into the office and taking my chair. “I’m here off the record—
way
off the record. Not supposed to be talking to you about cases at all, per order of your wife and Chief Michaels. But my new, uh, temporary partner is driving me up the wall, and I needed your perspective.”
    “Honored to give it,” I said, glancing at the scar on Sampson’s forehead, remembering how he’d looked in the moments after he was shot by a follower of the late Gary Soneji. It was a miracle I was even talking to him.
    John brought me up to speed on the crimes that appeared related to the disappearance of Gretchen Lindel. Then he logged on to my Wi-Fi and said, “My partner, Ainsley Fox, wasin a chat room where people were discussing the kidnappings and murders, and she found this hyperlink.”
    He showed me the screen and a link that read XRAYBLOND.BIZ .
    He clicked it, and it took him to a site called Killingblondechicks4fun.org.co. I studied it several moments before asking, “Is this for real? I read that fake sites often use a double thing like that, dot org and then dot co.”
    “Hold that thought,” Sampson said.
    He showed me several pages on the website dedicated to kidnappings and killings. The writing was atrocious and, according to John, had many of the facts wrong. But each page did contain links to legitimate news articles about the cases, as well as clips from local TV broadcasts.
    “Why does the original link not match the name of the website?” I asked.
    Sampson smiled. “You noticed. There’s more. When you Google either site, or use